Through the New York winterWith rags around her feetClutching ancient shopping bagsDestitutions beatBurned out like a frozen matchstickScreaming at the wallA helpless hungry ladyWith no friends to callChorus:I wonderWhere she goes when the night fallsWhat thunderHas made us deaf to her calls?Bag lady...Oh gloveless, shattered frailtyThe damp wind bites her handsShe shuffles by a restaurantTowards their garbage cansShe eats the rotten refuseLike vermin on the deadScreaming at the passersby"Get it through your heads!"Repeat chorusSometimes on my way to workI give her my spare changeThe Shopping Bag LadyLooks at me like I'm strangeShe never once says thank youBut I don't mind a bitAll these homeless peopleCan't make no sense of itRepeat chorus